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Engineers

We are, we are, we are, we are, we are the engineers. We can, we can, we can, we can drink all of forty beers. Drink up, drink up, drink up, drink up, and come along with us, for we don’t give a damn for any man who don’t give a damn for us.

My father was a miner on the upper Malamute. My mother was a hostess in the house of ill repute. And at the tender age of three, they threw me on my ear, And there was nothing left for me to do but become an engineer.

(The Hard Verse) We are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are, We are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are, We are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are, We are, we are, we are.